A Hundred Years of Wet Dreams

So cold... I woke up leisurely, and what I saw was a desolate place, with rolling mountains, slowly flowing mountain springs, soft grass, and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. It couldn't be said to be desolate, so I twitched the corner of my mouth. I shuddered again and looked down. It turned out that I was wearing the white silk pajamas with suspenders and an off-white short windbreaker. No wonder it was cold! I tightened my windbreaker and thought carefully: Last night, after washing up, I went to bed and fell asleep soon after. In my dream, I vaguely heard a voice calling: "Yiran, still...